Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
UT,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.